Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Benin and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jimmy McGriff to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Cale,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
Donald Byrd,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan,
James White and The Blacks,
Nils Olav,
Severed Heads,
Skriet,
B.T. Express,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Victims,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement,
Bob Dylan,
Loose Ends,
Make Up,
Y Pants,
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX,
Gregory Isaacs,
The United States of America,
Maleditus Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül,
Bluetip,
Chris & Cosey,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Eating Sloth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Brick,
Animal Collective,
Deadbeat,
Sam Rivers,
The Dead C,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Hood,
David Axelrod,
the Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers,
Leonard Cohen,
Lindisfarne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Model 500,
Funkadelic,
Flipper,
Slave,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.